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Storm Chamber: 07-09-2001

Intelligent, Hard-Working, Thought Out Man…

I met this man… a neat-foreigner outside of a bar on a street-corner
Vet-from-Nam wit a special-job who would always speak-war-words
Sentimental value: three-quarters remained in his pocket at all-times
Given to him by his life long wife…who he met in a Café’s small-line
Read of history all-night, books from class rooms and encyclopedias
Shared wisdom, stories wit the press…attempts to excite-the-media
He asked me to take a walk-with-him…through DC and Washington
Lonely with words through oxygen… not a soul ever thought-of-him
Shared knowledge bout his children, thanksgivin; Indians-n-pilgrims
Told me that he’d be wealthy one day… when-his-kids-stuck-millions
I remember his face, his expressions; through photographic-memory
He never thought about the future, but hoped-to-laugh-for-centuries
All the good times would never-cease spoken to me in soft-whispers
Scrap book better-kept in treasure-chests where he stocked-pictures
Used to adopt-listeners, witnessed shop-lifters through city-avenues
No lip given, carried a brisk-of-attitude but what did he have-to-lose?
Clothing was black-n-used, always anticipated what ta breath-in-next
Walked me to his house, opened the door… and said to be-his-guest

The Uneducated, Unemployed, Insecure Man…

(I sat down in a soft, leather chair that was behind his desk, and he
told me about a different type of man that he had met in an Alley…)

I once knew-a-guy… when face to face he could look through-ya-eye
Complexion was do-or-die, education lacked…dropped out in Jr.-high
True alcoholic… wasted life savings on meager drinks of Jack-Daniels
Man-gambled, always wore hand me down clothing an black-sandals
The day I met him, it was in a gloomy alley… next to homeless-kids
Resided near a Cardboard box, nothing special…but the home-is-his
Looked at stars… thinking of ways he could have made his life-better
Leading towards the light at his own will…guided by bright-Shepard's
Said he’d start going to church, get a job, and a necessary education
If he didn’t, Heavens gates would be closed…soon death-was-waitin
Even his two off spring, never once said that they were glad-hes-dad
Only stuff he ever begged for was the promising dreams that-he-had
Wanted to travel-back in a time-machine, what was he blind-ta-see?!
Wrote in his journal from nine-ta-three, for once… time-would-cease
Always kept a hidden face, insecure about the path he chose-to-take
Past decisions liked to haunt him, and those…he would grow-to-hate
From now on…he said that he would walk on air, despite-the-ground
Grabbed the brightest-crown, n said…“I need to turn my life-around”__________________
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